C141 The Strange Dream of Memories(last Part)

The memory is of pressing my chest, my face twitching, and I continue to speak in pain, "I put my hands on the hilt of my sword, my eyes closed, my head lowered, my heart aching, the screams of the soldiers ringing in my ears. In a trance, I saw my second wife being hunted down. She was running away with her child in her arms. The child was crying. The sound of her cry tore my heart apart